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Did Horace dare take a risk on that poet Rickman?The poet dropped his aitches, for one thing. And there was the matter of that actress he doted on -- low-class! Yet cousin Lucia kept asking about him . . . and Horace did think maybe, just maybe, Rickman was a genius. But could Horace introduce Rickman to his club? He yearned to -- and yet, as he told Lucia, "The burnt critic dreads the divine fire!"

Rohmer's Chinatown is full of the mystery and menace of the East. "The superficial inquirer comes away convinced that the romance of the Asiatic district has no existence outside the imaginations of writers of fiction. Yet here lies a secret quarter, as secret and as strange, in its smaller way, as its parent in China which is called the Purple Forbidden City." In the Limehouse you'll find crime, drugs, and Chief Inspector Red Kerry, struggling to keep a lid on this particular pot.

Elinor Glyn, born Elinor Sutherland, was an English novelist and scriptwriter who pioneered mass-market women's erotic fiction. She coined the use of the word 'It' as a euphemism for sex appeal. Elinor was schooled by her grandmother (a minor French aristocrat) in the ways of upper-class society. This training led her to be considered an authority on style and breeding when she worked in Hollywood in the 1920s. She was the celebrated author of such early 20th century bestsellers as It, Three Weeks, Beyond the Rocks, and other novels which were then considered quite racy. (By the standards of this moment, of course, they're fairly tame stuff -- what's visible now is more Glyn's talent than it is the things she was once known for.) She was also a scriptwriter for early films, and had a brief career as a film director.

Hurry, hurry, hurry! Jimmy Skunk, startled by the sight of the hurrying, scurrying Mr. Toad, asks what the matter is! "I've business to attend to at the Smiling Pool! And I'm late as it is!" What business can Mr. Toad have at Smiling Pool? And how does Mr. Toad frighten fleet-footed Peter Rabbit himself?

"Chop off my head, my hinny, my heart, Chop off my head, my own darling . . ." What is a poor girl to do, when the Frog of the Well of the World's End demands such a thing of her? Or what of the bride-to-be who spies this above the door she must enter: "Be bold, be bold, but not that bold, Lest that your heart's blood should run cold!"

One day Bowser the Hound found the fresh trail of Old Man Coyote and made up his mind that he would run down Old Man Coyote if he had to run his legs off to do it. You know there is nothing in the world Bowser enjoys quite so much as to hunt someone who will give him a long, hard run. Any time he will go without eating for the pleasure of chasing Reddy or Granny Fox, or Old Man Coyote.Old Man Coyote was annoyed. He was and he wasn't afraid of Bowser the Hound. That is to say he was afraid to fight Bowser, but he wasn't afraid to be hunted by Bowser, because he was so sure that he was smart enough to get away from Bowser. If Bowser had appeared at almost any other time Old Man Coyote wouldn't have been so annoyed. But to have Bowser appear just then made him angry clear through.You see, he had just started out to get his dinner. . . .

The editors who first published this amazing scientifictional tale were incredibly excited to get it. "For two years readers of Amazing Stories have literally clamored for a sequel to the famous story," they said, "The Skylark of Space, which appeared exactly two years ago. Except that Skylark Three is more thrilling, more exciting and even more chockfull of science than the other."You're looking at a real treat. Enjoy it!Skylark Three is the second book in the Skylark series.

"ZNIDD SUDDABIT!"So the Ulleran challenge begins, with the rantings of a prophet and a seemingly incidental street riot. Only when a dose of poison lands in the governor-general's whiskey does it become clear that the "geeks" have had it up to their double-lidded eyeballs with the imperialist Terran Federation's Chartered Uller Company. Then, overnight, war is everywhere.How it will end is in the (merely) two Terran hands of the new governor-general, a man shrewd enough to know that "it is easier to banish a habit of thought than a piece of knowledge." The problem is, the particular piece of knowledge he needs hasn't been used in 450 years. . . .

Nan is a young novelist who has a large family. Her grandmother lives with her widowed mother (a woman who doesn't know what to do with herself now that her children are grown). Her sister, Neville, is similarly in the same predicament (her children having grown and are attending University), except that her husband is too busy pursuing his career to pay any attention to her. She returns to college to spend her copious spare time, only to discover that her brain was not as brilliant as it was in her earlier years.So Nan, having to deal with all her family members, decides that she is ready for commitment. The only problem is, she's waited too long! Her boyfriend has fallen in love with Neville's daughter, her own niece. And now she must put her life back together in the midst of all the chaos that surrounds her.

¿¿¿¿ MEET TRIGGER ARGEE. . . . SHE'S ABOUT TO ENTER THE MYSTERY OF HER LIFE -- IN LEGACYHolati Tate discovered them, the ancient living machines -- then disappeared. Trigger Argee was his closest associate -- she means to find him. She's brilliant, beautiful, and skilled in every known martial art. She's worth plenty -- dead or alive -- to more than one faction in this obscure battle. And she's beginning to have a chilling notion that the long-vanished Masters of the Old Galaxy were wise when they exiled the plasmoids to the most distant and isolated world they knew. . . . SHE'S ABOUT TO ENTER THE MYSTERY OF HER LIFE -- IN LEGACYHalf a block from the shopping center, a row of spacers on planet-leave came rollicking cheerily toward her. . . . Trigger shifted toward the edge of the sidewalk to let them pass. As the line swayed up on her left, there was a shadowy settling of an aircar at the curb to her right.With loud outcries of glad recognition and whoops of laughter, the line swung in about her, close. Bodies crowded against her, a hand was clapped over her mouth. Other hands held her arms. Her feet came off the ground and she had a momentary awareness of being rushed expertly forward.There was a lurching twist as the aircar shot upward.

When winter was over, Johnny Chuck woke from hibernation's slumber with a strange yearning in his heart. He gave up his old burrow and went off in search of a new home and a new adventure.And up on the meadow, he found an adventure as special as all creation: he found a sweet young girl chuck named Polly Chuck, and he knew he had to have her for his own. . . .

The Duc de St. Quentin and his son arrive in Paris to support the would-be king, Henry. However, as in any court of intrigue, there are others that would thwart Henry's ascension. From assassination attempts to spies within the family servants, will the St. Quentin family survive the royal court? Or will they take actions into their own hands and assure Henry's ascension by force?

One of the most fascinating mysteries of the heavens is the comet. It goes through space, gets near enough to the earth to be seen, and then goes off and disappears in celestial distance. Often it has a hyperbolic orbit, which would make it impossible to come back. Yet it may return -- apparently contradicting the geometry of conic sections. This only goes to prove once more that it is risky to say anything is impossible. . . .A good many of us who are now certain beyond a doubt that space travel will forever remain in the realm of the impossible, probably would, if a rocket that were shot to the moon, for instance, did arrive and perhaps return to give proof of its safe arrival on our satellite, accept the phenomenon in a perfectly blasé, twentieth century manner. Dr. Smith, that phenomenal writer of classic scientific fiction, seems to have become so thoroughly convinced of the advent of interplanetary travel that it is difficult for the reader to feel, after finishing Spacehounds of IPC, that travel in the great spaces is not already an established fact. Dr. Smith, as a professional chemist, is kept fairly busy. As a writer, he is satisfied with nothing less than perfection. For that reason, a masterpiece from his pen has become almost an annual event. We know you will like Spacehounds even better than the Skylark series.

Her hair was a brilliant green. So was her spectacularly filled halter. So were her tight short-shorts, her lipstick and the lacquer on her nails. As she strolled into the Main of the starship, followed hesitantly by the other girl, she drove a mental probe at the black-haired, powerfully-built man seated at the instrument-banked console. Blocked.She turned to her companion and spoke aloud. "So these are the system's best." The emphasis was somewhere between condescension and sneer. "Not much to choose between, I'd say ... 'port me a tenth-piece, Clee? Heads, I take the tow-head." She flipped the coin dexterously. "Heads it is, Lola, so I get Jim-James James James the Ninth himself. You have the honor of pairing with Clee-or should I say His Learnedness Right the Honorable Director Doctor Cleander Simmsworth Garlock, Doctor of Philosophy, Doctor of Science, Prime Operator, President and First Fellow of the Galaxian Society, First Fellow of the Gunther Society, Fellow of the Institute of Paraphysics, of the Institute of Nuclear Physics, of the College of Mathematics, of the Congress of Psionicists and of all the other top-bracket brain-gangs you ever heard of. Also, for your information, his men have given him a couple of informal degrees-P.D.Q. and S.O.B." Here is E.E.Smith's great novel . . . .

The narrator reflects with wistful, unjudgmental melancholy on his family, the experience of growing up in the midst of only partial tamed vastness, the humanity and folly of those around him, and above on on the captivating immigrant girl Antonia, whom he must always love from afar. My Antonia is full of the quiet losses of a life full of difficult decisions, but also the quiet satisfactions of goodness cherished despite all hardship.

The editors of Amazing Stories -- who first published this novel in August, September, and October 1928 -- waxed ecstatic over it. ". . . when such a story as The Skylark of Space comes along," they said "we just feel as if we must shout from the housetops that this is the greatest interplanetarian and space flying story that has appeared this year. Indeed, it probably will rank as one of the great space flying stories for many years to come. . . ." Copy is often about hyperbole, but they were righter than any editor ever can expect to be. This story has all but become a part of the language: we feel privileged to offer it to you.

Jerry Muskrat looked over the Smiling Pool. Almost at once he saw Grandfather Frog fast asleep on his big green lily-pad. Jerry slipped down into the water and swam over to the big green lily-pad of Grandfather Frog. Then he hit the water a smart blow with his tail. Grandfather Frog's big goggly eyes flew open, and he was just about to make a frightened plunge into the Smiling Pool when he saw Jerry. "Have a nice nap?" inquired Jerry, with a broad grin. "I wasn't asleep!" protested Grandfather Frog indignantly. "I was just thinking." Elsewhere, Billy Mink and Little Joe Otter were planning to pull a perfectly rotten trick. "What can we do?" said Little Joe Otter . "I've thought of a plan," replied Billy. "Do you happen to know where we can find Longlegs the Blue Heron?" "Yes," said Little Joe. "I saw him fishing not five minutes ago." Then Billy told Little Joe his plan, and laughing and giggling, the two little scamps hurried off to find Longlegs the Blue Heron. Longlegs, you see, was hungry -- and everyone knows that what he likes to eat is frogs!